Omkara's boots crunched on the snow-covered ground as he patrolled the rugged terrain of Kashmir. As a military officer, he had grown accustomed to the harsh beauty of this disputed land. But nothing could have prepared him for the mysterious letters that started arriving at the base camp.
The first letter came unexpectedly, tucked away in his mailbox. It was a simple white envelope with his name scribbled in elegant handwriting. Omkara's curiosity was piqued as he opened the letter and read the words within:
In the midst of gunfire and snowflakes, I see your face. A glimpse of hope in a land torn apart.
Omkara's heart skipped a beat. Who could be writing such poetic words? And how did they know him?
He tried to brush it off as a prank, but the words lingered in his mind. Over the next few weeks, more letters arrived, each one more intimate than the last.
Omkara found himself looking forward to the letters, wondering who this mysterious person was and what they wanted from him.
He sat in the mess hall, sipping his coffee, staring at the latest letter. Rudra, his best friend and fellow officer, noticed the faraway look in his eyes.
"Hey, Om, what's going on?" Rudra asked, sitting down beside him. "You've been distant lately. Everything okay?"
Omkara hesitated, unsure if he should share. But Rudra's concerned expression put him at ease.
"I've been getting these letters," Omkara said, pulling out the latest one from his pocket. "Love letters, Rudra. From someone who claims to know me."
Rudra's eyebrows shot up. "Whoa, that's unexpected! What do they say?"
Omkara handed him the letter. Rudra read it, his expression softening.
"Wow, this is intense," Rudra said, handing it back. "She's got some serious feelings for you, Om."
Omkara sighed. "I know. And it's freaking me out. I don't know who she is or how she knows me."
Rudra leaned in, his voice low. "But what's really bothering you, Om? You're not just curious, you're... invested. I can see it in your eyes."
Omkara looked away, trying to hide his emotions. But Rudra's words struck a chord.
"It's just... her words, Rudra. They tug at my heart in a way I've never experienced before. It's like she sees me, truly sees me, for the first time in my life."
Rudra nodded thoughtfully. "Maybe that's what's scaring you, Om. Maybe you're afraid to admit that you feel the same way."
Omkara's eyes snapped back to Rudra's, his mind racing. Was Rudra right? Was he afraid to admit his feelings?
He didn't respond, but Rudra's words lingered in his mind. He couldn't shake off the feeling that the letter writer was someone special, someone who truly understood him.
"Leave it for now. I had brought gifts for your family. I'm so excited to meet them!" Rudra exclaimed enthusiastically.
"Even they are eager to meet you. And it seems like they couldn't even wait for two weeks." Omkara said making Rudra to laugh happily.
Over the next few days, Omkara found himself looking forward to the letters more and more. He felt a connection to the writer, a sense of belonging he had never experienced before.
And two weeks later, he was back at his own home in Mumbai. His family happily welcomed Rudra along with him. They had only heard about Rudra through Omkara and was meeting him for the first time. But within days Rudra became everyone's favourite.
